i find myself a flutter of hysteria
a single speck of salt and a teaspoon of spice
yet i knew the moment that i found my euphoria
that i set my eye on you, my dazzling prize.

i found myself typing paragraphs
instead of just flowing words off my mouth
my pens are wet, like falls on mud
and my papers suck them up like it's in drought.

my eyes focus on you in crowds
and lights become hearts, scattering around
i might be going insane, but what can i do
you're tugging on my red strings to the rythm of ocean blues.

my hands become busy crafting paper hearts
yarns on hooks,...